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The onlookers of the city guards were swallowing their saliva, and there were bursts of shouts of killing at the Xicheng Gate in the distance. The fire in the city was still spreading, but the chaos had improved slightly...

"The tenth knife..." Yi Yun cut his leg with another knife, and blood flowed out, but he didn't frown. He stabbed himself with a knife. It hurts so much for the first time. It was much better when he did the second time. After the fifth time, he was very calm. Just like a child was afraid of injections and cried when he saw the syringe, but after he grew up, he got used to it because he often gave injections.

It’s like the first time a woman does that thing with a man, it hurts and is afraid, and she still has to bleed. But if she does it often, she will make the word “satisfaction” from it. At that time, the man doesn’t want to do it, because the woman will say, “Official, I still want it!”

Yi Yun felt that it was so good to stab him with a knife. This pathological feeling of pleasure could support him not to faint. The problem he faced now is not the pain of cutting himself with a knife, but the feeling of fatigue that kept coming. His head was dizzy and his face was pale like a piece of paper. This is the side effect caused by excessive use of "skills". The attention of the whole body is used to support himself not to faint.

No, I can't faint, I'm almost a little proficient... I'm quite old, my buddy, when I played online games, I was still a little short of experience, and I was so tired that I almost fainted, but I also supported it. The so-called obsession of a otakus is the most terrifying thing in the world. It is described in an old saying, that is, "The Great Wall will never fall, the soul of an otakus is burning." I'm tired and can't beat me down!

"The thirteenth knife...huh..." Yi Yun took a long breath, and there were still three knifes left.

Ling Yun'er next to her cried and tears wet her face. Although Yan Wanwan, who was lying on the ground, could not move and could not see her face with her face, her eyes were full of gratitude. Of course, they could see that Yi Yun was so tired that she was cut on her arm. It would be a lie to say that it would not hurt. He was willing to give like this... An Qian's eyes were also shiny, and the other dozen girls from the cute girl troupe were all silent.

"The fifteenth knife...huh... the last knife is still missing." Yi Yun spent a little more effort, only feeling dizzy and really wanted to lie on the ground and sleep.

At this time, the next side suddenly started to make a fuss. It turned out that Yan Heng and Li Mojie had returned. The rebels at the Xicheng Gate were also repelled by them. Two officials, one civil and one military, rushed to take care of the little prince's emotions. Seeing the little prince fall softly in the maid's arms, his face pale as paper, and a knife in his hand, the two were shocked: "What's wrong with this... what's wrong?"

A soldier ran over and quickly told the little prince what he had just done in his ears, and said that the little prince was practicing healing skills and was still missing the last knife...

"What? You fools? Why did you let the little prince harm himself? He wants the injured, don't you fucking know that you have turned yourself into the injured?" Li Moji was furious and kicked one of his subordinates.

The subordinate said with a bitter face: "We want to do it too, but the little prince doesn't even let the maid be cut by him, he insists on cutting himself..."

"The maids are all the little prince's pillows. He is the most pity for the beauty of others. How could he cut off women? You fools don't understand anything." Li Mo kicked him again.

The subordinate was kicked and was very depressed. He couldn't help but think: Chongqing's evil young man was pitying? No, I don't know how many good women were ruined by him. He was just as he was urging flowers.

Yi Yun was too lazy to pay attention to them. Now the wound on Yan Wanwan's abdomen is still bleeding. Not only does it bleeding outside, but it also bleeding internally. I don't know what will happen if the time is delayed. Every second is necessary. We must quickly advance to the advanced profession of "pharmacist" to cure her. He waved the knife and stabbed his thigh again...

Unexpectedly, a loud shout came from the side: "Young Master, you can't do it! Please let the subordinate do this last knife for you." Yan Heng took two steps at a time, rushed over happily, took a knife from the soldier next to him, and cut it at his thigh. This man's level of flattery is really outstanding. Li Mojie wanted to use his subordinate to push the tank, but he had a completely different impression of himself using the knife, and the little prince's heart.

This level of flattery is really a shame for Li Mo Jie and others, and is worthy of being sung by the masses for thousands of years.

The girls wanted to cut themselves, but Yi Yun stopped them, but Yan Heng, a flatterer, was injured instead of him. He would not be polite. Seeing the blood flowing from Yan Heng's thigh, Yi Yun didn't feel sad, and he was even less in a state of nonsense. He raised his hand and just "primary therapy..."

"Get 1% proficiency... The current total proficiency of pharmacists is 100%... The conditions for advancement are met... You can now advance into a new profession..."

"Second-order Treatment Department: Physician"

"Second Poison: Poisoner"

Yi Yun was already drowsy and extremely depressed. Without even thinking about it, he ordered: "Change a job...Doctor..."

"Ding...you have obtained three active casting skills..."

"Intermediate healing: casting time for 5 seconds, treating more complicated wounds for a designated target."

"Intermediate Detoxification Technique: Cast time for 10 seconds, to relieve the intermediate poisoning state for a designated target."

"Made of primary recovery medicine: mix blood exhaustion, Panax notoginseng, and fragrant, in a certain proportion to make a recovery medicine. This pill can treat minor injuries."

"Ding...you have obtained two permanent passive skills..."

"Pharmacist inheritance: You can not only use the skills of the doctor, but also use the skills of the pharmacist, and the results are better."

"Doctor's Parents' Heart: As your pharmacist profession advances, you will become kinder and kinder."

Yi Yun was overjoyed. Intermediate treatment is so good. Using this may cure Yan Wanwan's injuries. But what happened to the doctor's parents in the end? I don't want to be kind. I want to be a otakus who is neither good nor evil, free and at ease, so I don't want to be a kind person.

No, I'm almost dizzy... I have to hold on... I use the last little effort to cure Yan Wanwan's injury.

Yi Yun forced his body to hold up, half kneeled in front of Yan Wanwan, red light on his body, and two big words "doctor" popped up above his head, then stretched out his hand and said with the last strength: "Intermediate treatment!"

He made a move and was shocked all over the place. Hundreds of people around him had just seen him as a first-level "pharmacist". Unexpectedly, after he completed the so-called exercise, he suddenly became a second-level "pharmacist". Everyone was stunned and didn't react for a while.

However, Wang Yanheng reacted the fastest. After being stunned, he said happily: "Certificate of promotion! The little prince must have a second-level pharmacist promotion certificate. He secretly used the promotion certificate just now, so he became the second-level."

Although people in this world are born with professions, it is not impossible to advance. There is a treasure called "Promotion Certificate" in the world. If you get a profession that suits you, you can upgrade your strength to one level. For example, if you want to advance to the "pharmacist", you need to have a "Promotion Certificate" in the second-level healing system.

However, "Promotion Certificate" is not something that is easy to obtain. It appears randomly in this world. Sometimes it suddenly appears on the top of a mountain, sometimes it suddenly appears in a certain oasis, and sometimes it suddenly appears in the vast desert. No one knows how it came about, but someone picks it up occasionally.

This method of obtaining treasures that rely entirely on luck, and naturally has extraordinary value and has become the target of people who hope to improve their abilities. Some people buy them at a high price, some people use strength to seize them, and some people use other treasures to exchange them... In short, not anyone can get the "promotion certificate". No one has ever seen it in an inconspicuous small oasis like Jiangjin.

Now Yi Yun has completed the advancement in front of a large group of people, and Yan Heng instantly thought of the "Promotion Certificate"! No wonder he thought so. The one in front of him is a dignified prince of Prince Yu, a typical second-generation official, a second-generation rich, and a second-generation strong. It is really not surprising that he has a strange treasure on his body. If Yi Yun cannot take out the treasure, it will be really unreasonable.

Moreover, the little prince actually used such a precious thing as "Promotion Certificate" in front of so many people, and was not afraid of the crime of being accustomed to the wall. Everyone thought to themselves: You obviously have the profession of "Little Prince", why waste the second-level therapy "Promotion Certificate"? This is a good cabbage that was robbed by a pig. If you sell this thing to a "pharmacist", I don't know how much it can be sold.

Yan Heng's roar saved Yi Yun a lot of explanation. The red strips on his head were finally finished. The red light of the "intermediate therapy" flashed on Yan Wanwan's body. The deep wound on her abdomen healed at a speed visible to the naked eye...

Yi Yun suddenly breathed a sigh of relief and sighed to the sky: "Damn, the rescue was finally successful... Sister Wanwan, I have fulfilled your last wish..."

"That, young master! I'm not dead yet. Isn't that a last wish?"

Before Yan Wanwan finished speaking, Yi Yun closed his eyes and threw himself forward. It turned out that he had exhausted his energy and could no longer hold on. Once he successfully saved the person, he could no longer hold on. He fell forward straight. He was half-kneeling in front of Yan Wanwan. He fell on Yan Wanwan's chest, his face leaning against her breasts, and one hand was placed on her exposed abdomen.

The pure daughter was thrown down by the man like this, and her big hands were placed on her lower abdomen with a strong heat. Yan Wanwan felt dizzy and was so embarrassed that she almost covered her face and ran away. She was about to struggle, but suddenly she found that Yi Yun had fainted. So she didn't care about being shy and hugged Yi Yun, letting his face press on her chest, and exclaimed: "No, the little prince fainted."
Chapter completed!